When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate;
The purpose is reveal juliet's feelings about romeo
My friend will wake up at five tomorrow morning.
She hesitated every so often, searching for an answer that would tell them her exact thoughts, so the pencil scribbled away, sufficing the paper with an answer.
